The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-09-09

1t is home. Whenever he thinks of It,
he sees angels Of God lowering around it.
The ladders of Heaven nre let down to
that house. Over the child's rough crib
there are the cbantings of angels, as those
that broke over Bethlehem. Il is home.
These children may come up after awhile,
and they may win high position, and they
may have an aff!uent residence: hut they
will not until their dying day forget that
humble roof under which their father
rested, and their mother SANG, and their
sisters played. o. if you would gather up
all tender memories, and the lights and
shades OF the heart. all banquetings and
reunions. all filial. fraternal, paternal and
conJugal affections, and you had only just
four letters with which to spell out that
height and depth, and length, and breadth,
and magnitude, and eternity of meaning,
you would, with streaming eyes. and
trembling voices, and agitated hand, write
it out in those four living capitals, home.
What right does woman want that is
grander than TO be queen in such a realm!
Why, the eagles of Heaven can not fly
across that dominion. Horses, painting
and with lathered tanks, are not swift
enough to run to the QUIT post of that realm.
They say that the sun never sets upon the
English empire; but have to tell you that
on this realm of woman's influence eternity
never marks any bound. Isabella fled
from the Spanish throne pursued by the
nations ana.hema: but she who is queen
in home will never lose her throne. and
death itself will only be the annexation of
heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen, you do not think of Cath
crime of Russia. or Anne of England, or
Marie Theresa of Germany; but when
you want to get your grandest
idea of queen. you think of
the plain woman who sat
opposite your father at .he table. or walked
with him arm in arm down iife's pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always to-
gether-soothing your petty griefs, cor
recting Your childish waywardness, join
ing in your infantile sports, listening to
your evening prayers. toiling for you with
needle, or at the spinning-wheel, and on
cold nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last on that day when
she lay in the hack room dying. and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long, and put them to-
gether in dying prayer that commended
You to the God whom she taught YOU to
trust-O, she was the queen! The chariots
of God came down to fetch her: and as she
went in all heaven rose up. You can not
think of her now without rush of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundations of
your soul, and you feel as
much child again as when you
cried on her lap; and if you could bring
her back again to speak just once more
your name, as tenderly as she used to
speak it, you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying, "Mother!
mother" All, she was the gueen-she was
the queen. Now, can you tell me how
many thousand miles a woman like that
would have to travel down before she got
to the ballot-box: Compared with this
work of training kings and queens for
God and eternity, how Insignificant
seems all this work Of voting for aldermen,
and common councilmen, and sheriffs, ana
constab.es, and mayors, and presidents.
To make such a grand woman as l have
described, how many thousands
would YOU want OF those people
who so in the round of godlessness, and
their body until in their monstros-
tiles they seem to Guido the dromedary
and hippopotamus! going as far toward
disgraceful apparel as they dare go. so as
not to be arrested OF the police-their be-
haviour a sorrow to the good and car
feature OF the vicious, and an insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons: and tramping on. down through
a frivolous and dissipated life, to temporal
and eternal damnation.
o, woman, with the lightning of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul can not he fed upon
such garbage. GOD calls you up to empire
and dominion. Will you have it: o, give
to God your heart: give to God your best
energies: give to God ali your culture, give
to God all your refinement: give yourself
to him for this world and the next
Soon all these bright eyes will be
quenched, and these voices will be htlshed.
For the last time you will look upon this
fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand,
sisters hand. child's hand will be no more
in yours. 1t will be night, and there will
come up cold wind from the Jordan, and
YOU must start. Will it be a lone woman
on trackless moon? All, 10. Jesus will
come up in that hour and offer his hand,
and he will say: "You stood by me when
you were well: now l will not desert YOU
when you are sick" One wave of His
hand, and the storm will drop; and an
other wave of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon; and another
wave of His hand, and the chamberlains
of God will come down from the treasure
houses of Heaven, with robes Iustrous,
and Heaven glinted. in which
you will array yourself for the marriage
supper of the Lamb And then with Miriam,
who struck the timbrel of the Red Sea: and
flight; and with Hannah, who gave her
Samuel to the Lord; and with Mary, who
rocked Jesus to sleep while there were
angels singing in the air; and with Flor
ence Nightingale. who bound up the battle
of the Crimea. you will from the
chalice of God drink to the souls eternal
rescue.
One twilight, after I had been PLAYING
with the children for some time, l laid
down on the lounge to rest. The children
said: "Play more" Children always
want to play more. And, half asleep and
half awake, seemed to dream this dream:
1t seemed to me that was in r-distant
land-not Persia. although more than
oriental iuxuriance crowned the cities:
nor the tropics-although more than
tropical fruitfulness filled the gardens:
nor Italv-althoush more than Italian
softness filled the air. And 1 wandered
around, looking for thorns and
nettles, but l found none of them
grew there. And l walked forth and
saw the sun rise. and said: swine will |
it set again." and the sun sank not. And
| saw all the people in holiday apparel,
and said: ''When will they put on work |
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